map of the world - monsters of folk

pretty faces stare back from a magazine stack

that you read when you're feelin' bored

but through a telescope lens it doesn't make sense

you think you've been there before

some far off feeling

some close up kinda ache

say please - monsters of folk

everyone grows old, on the gold, coast

it takes a lot of hope to grieve

everyone gets dark, and the worst, part

is the way those thoughts can please,

you